Spancill Hill (The Corrs / Trad Arr)

Last night as I lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by My mind being bent on rambling to Ireland I did fly I stepped on board a vision and followed with the wind Till next I came to anchor at the cross near Spancill Hill T'was on the 23rd June the day before the fair When lreland's sons and daughters and friends assembled there The young ,the old, the brave, the bold came their duty to fill At the parish church at Cluney just a mile from Spancill Hill I went to see my neighbors to hear what they might say The old ones were all dead and gone the young one's turning grey I met the tailor Quigley, he's bold as ever still Sure he used to mend my britches when I lived at Spancill Hill I paid a flying visit to my first and only love She's fair as any lily and gentle as a dove She threw her arms around me saying "Johnny I love you still” She was Meg the farmers daughter and the pride of Spancill Hill She was Meg the farmers daughter and the pride of Spancill Hill

Peggy Gordon (The Corrs / Trad Arr)

O Peggy Gordon, You are my darling Come sit you down upon my knee And tell to me the very reason Why I am slighted so by thee I'm so in love that I can't deny it My heart lies smothered in my breast But it's not for you to let the world know it A troubled mind can know no rest I put my head to a glass of brandy It was my fancy, I do declare For when I'm drinking, I'm always thinking And wishing Peggy Gordon was here I wish I was in some lonesome valley Where womankind cannot be found Where little birds sing upon the branches And every moment has a different sound O Peggy Gordon, You are my darling Come sit you down upon my knee And tell to me the very reason Black Is The Colour (The Corrs / Trad Arr) Black is the colour of my true loves hair His lips are like some roses fair He has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands And I love the ground whereon he stands I love my love and well he knows I love the ground whereon he goes I wish that day would soon come When he and I can be as one I go to the Clyde and I mourn and weep For satisfied I never sleep I write him letters just a few short lines And I suffer death ten thousand times Black is the colour of my true loves hair His lips are like some roses fair He has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands And I love the ground whereon he stands I love the ground whereon he stands I love I love I love the ground whereon he stands Heart Like A Wheel (Anna McGarrigle) Some say the heart is just like a wheel When you bend it you can't mend it And my love for you is like a sinking ship My heart is on that ship out in mid-ocean They say that death is a tragedy It comes once and then it's over But my one only wish is for that deep dark abyss For what's the use of living with no true lover And it's only love and it's only love That can break a human being and turn him inside out That can break a human being and turn him inside out When harm is done no love can be won I know it happens frequently What I can't understand please God hold my hand Is why it should have happened to me And it's only love and it's only love That can break a human being and turn him inside out That can break a human being and turn him inside out Some say the heart is just like a wheel When you bend it you can't mend it And my love for you is like a sinking ship My heart is on that ship out on mid-ocean And it's only love and it's only love And it's only love it is only love And it's only love it is only love And it's only love it is only love Buachaill On Eirne (The Corrs / Trad Arr) Buachaill ón Éirne mé 's bhréagfainn féin cailín deas óg Ní iarrfainn bó spré léi tá mé fhéin saibhir go leor 'S liom Corcaigh da mhéid é, dhá thaobh a' ghleanna 's Tír Eoghain 'S mura n-athraí mé béasaí 's mé n' t-oidhr' ar Chontae Mhaigh Eo Rachaidh mé 'márach ag dhéanamh leanna fán choill Gan choite gan bád gan gráinnín brach' ar bith liom Ach duilliúr na gcraobh mar éadaigh leapa os mo chionn 'S óró sheacht m'anam déag thú 's tú 'féachaint orm anall Buachailleacht bó, mo leo, nár chleacht mise ariamh Ach ag imirt 's ag ól le h'ógmhná deasa an tsliabh Má chaill mé mo stór ní moide gur chaill mé mo chiall A's ní mó liom do phóg ná'n bhróg atáim ag caitheamh le bliain Translation I'm a boy from Ireland and I could charm a nice young girl I would not ask for her wealth as I am rich enough myself I own a good part of Cork, two sides of the glen in Tyrone And not to repeat myself I'm the heir of County Mayo I will go tomorrow to make ale in the wood Without a cot without a boat without a pinch of gruel with me But leaves of the branches as bedclothes over my head And think well done for you as you watch me from over there A cowherd, my pet, I've never been accustomed to be Instead of playing and drinking with the nice young women on the mountain side If I lost my riches I probably didn't lose my senses And your kiss is no more to me now than a shoe worn for a year Moorlough Shore (The Corrs / Trad Arr) Your hills and dales and flowery vales That lie near the Moorlough Shore. Your vines that blow by Borden's grove. Will I ever see you more Where the primrose glows And the violet grows Where the trout and salmon play. With my line and hook delight I took To spend my youthful days. Last night I went to see my love, And to hear what she might say. To see if she'd take pity on me, Lest I might go away. She said, "I loved an Irish lad, And he was my only joy, And ever since I saw his face I have loved that soldier boy." Perhaps your soldier lad is lost Sailing over the sea of Maine. Or perhaps he's gone with some other one You may never see him again. Well if my Irish lad is lost, He's the one I do adore, And seven years I'll wait for him By the banks of the Moorlough Shore.

Old Town (Philip Lynott / James Bain)

The girl's a fool She broke the rule She hurt him hard This time he will break down She's lost his trust And so she must Now all is lost The system has broke down Romance has broke down This boy is crackin' up This boy has broken down This boy is crackin' up This boy has broke down She plays it hard She plays it tough But that’s enough The love is over She's broke his heart and that is rough But in the end he'll soon recover The romance is over This boy is crackin' up This boy has broken down This boy is crackin' up This boy has broke down Ola [Solo] This boy is crackin' up This boy has broken down This boy is crackin' up This boy has broke down I've been spending my money In the old town It's not the same honey With you not around I've been spending my time In the old town I sure miss you honey Now you're not around You're not around This old town Ola This boy is crackin' up This boy has broken down Yeah yeah This boy is crackin' up This boy has broke down This boy is crackin' up crackin up This boy has broken down Yeah yeah This boy is crackin' up This boy has broke down This boy has broken down This boy has broke down

Dimming Of The Day (Richard Thompson)

This old house is falling down around my ears I am drowning in a river of my tears When all my will is gone you hold me sway And I need you at the dimming of the day You pull me like the moon pulls on the tide You know just where I keep my better side What days have come to keep us far apart A broken promise or a broken heart Now all the bonnie birds have wheeled away And I need you at the dimming of the day Come the night you're only what I want Come the night you could be my confidant I see you on the street in company Why don't you come and ease your mind with me I am living for the night we steal away And I need you at the dimming of the day Yes I need you at the dimming of the day

Brid Og Ni Mhaille (The Corrs / Trad Arr)

Is a Bhríd Óg Ní Mháille 'S tú d'fhág mo chroí cráite 'S chuir tú arraingeacha An bháis trí cheartlár mo chroí Tá na mílte fear i ngrá Le d'éadan ciúin náireach Is go dtug tú barr breáchtacht' Ar Thír Oirghiall más fíor Níl ní ar bith is áille Ná'n ghealach os cionn a' tsáile Ná bláth bán na n-airne Bíos ag fás ar an droigheann Ó siúd mar bíos mo ghrá-sa Níos trilsí le breáchtacht Béilín meala na háilleachta' Nach ndearna riamh claon Is buachaill deas óg mé 'Tá triall chun mo phósta 'S ní buan i bhfad beo mé Mura bhfaighidh mé mo mhian A chuisle is a stóirín Déan réidh agus bí romhamsa Cionn deireanach den Domhnach Ar Bhóithrín Dhroim Sliabh Is tuirseach 's brónach A chaithimse an Domhnach Mo hata I’ mo dhorn 'S mé ag osnaíl go trom 'S mé ag amharc ar na bóithre 'Mbíonn mo ghrá-sa ag gabhail ann 'S í ag fear eile pósta Is gan í bheith liom 'S í ag fear eile pósta Is gan í bheith liom Translation Oh Bríd Óg O'Malley You have left my heart breaking You've sent the death pangs Of sorrow to pierce my heart sore A hundred men are craving For your breathtaking beauty You're the fairest of maidens In Oriel for sure No spectacle is fairer Than moonbeams on the harbor Or the sweet scented blossoms Of the sloe on the thorn But my love shines much brighter In looks and in stature That honey-lipped beauty Who never said wrong I'm a handsome young fellow Who is thinking of wedlock But my life will be shortened If I don't get my dear My love and my darling Prepare now to meet me On next Sunday evening On the road to Drum Slieve 'Tis sadly and lonely I pass the time on Sunday My head bowed in sorrow My sights heavy with woe As I gaze upon the byways That my true love walks over Now she's wed to another And left me forlorn